Don't Badmouth your Mom (TG/AP)

 

Ugh your mom was such a bitch! She never let you have any fun or do anything you wanted. This time she wasn't going to let you go to this super epic party that one of your schools' seniors was throwing for graduation. You of course were only a sophomore, and your mother barred you from going to such parties. You couldn't even fathom why she didn't want you to go out and party! You of course argued back, and as a result you had been grounded, stuck in your room and unable to go see friends after school or on the weekends for an entire month! 

You cursed under your breath as you slumped on your bed. Your phone buzzed and you carefully checked it, knowing if your mom caught you, you'd be in even more stupid trouble. You checked. It was your friend William. You sat up and unlocked your phone beginning a texting chain: 

"Yo I can't go to the party!" 

"Me neither William. My stupid mom stopped me" you typed back. 

"Damn... say how bout you come on over. I swiped some of my moms wine" 

"I would but I got grounded..." you typed and sent. Then paused. "No. Screw it. I'll sneak out. See you soon dude." You closed your phone and prepared a pillow dummy in your bed. Maybe if your mom peeked in your room in the dark it'd work. But you didn't really care. Your ass was already grounded. Who cares if it's extended by your dumb mom. You carefully opened your window and slide out, running as fast as you can down to your friend William's house. Luckily its only a few blocks away and you arrive in the brisk night air. 

"Come on in dude. My parents decided to head out for the weekend so we got the place to ourselves." You high fived your best bud and walked into the familiar home that you had spent much time in since you were little. 

"Can you believe my mom? God she's such an ass sometimes." You groaned collapsing on the couch as William grabbed that wine he mentioned. 

"I mean I wasn't able to go to the party either but eh, im sure we'd just get bullied by the seniors anyways" William said, also grabbing some of his mom's wine glasses. 

"Still bro... I've seen the snaps, like every girl in our grade is there. Maybe we could've gotten lucky" you sighed as William opened the bottle and poured you a glass, which you eagerly took and examined. You had never had alcohol before. Hopefully it'd be worth it. You took an eager gulp of the wine glass and then another, soon you had to refill your glass as you began to fill fuzzy and warm. 

"Eheh, Thanks for taking me out of the house man..." You almost let out a hiccup. "My mom can be such a bitch sometimes, I swear!" Your words hung on the word bitch, the wine hitting your stomach like a stack of bricks. You hadn't really drank before, so even this weaker wine was doing wonders to your body. 

"Hey no problem buddy its the least I could do-" your friend replied, but was quickly cut off as your tipsy self accidentially spilled some wine on your sweater as you tried to reposition yourself in your chair. 

"Oh... I spilled it-" the spill stained your simple sweater. But your body was warming up at an alarming rate, your body shifting to match a more... mature person who would be drinking wine. Your skin smoothed over, skin becoming creamy and a nice dark shade. Your brownish hair began turning pitch black, growing out into a feminine styled bob cut. Your brows thinned, becoming well-trimmed and maintained. As you tugged on your sweater, your chest began budding out into wobbly orbs. Your eyelashes became longer and fuller, your eyelids laden with heavy eyeshadow. Your lips became fuller, plumper, now coated in deep red lipstick, lipstick prints staining the rim of your wine glass. 

Your head was rushing with differing voices and thoughts. It was becoming overwhelming. You watched your hands shrink, nails growing out, well-manicured and painted a matching red to your lips. Your arms narrowed, losing mass and what little muscle you had. With a yelp your waist cinched inwards, and hips snapped outwards. So wide. So shapely. So... childbearing. Was that right? Had you borne children? Your pussy certainly agreed with that sentiment. Wait... pussy? You had a cock right? No silly, of course a finely aged woman like yourself had a vagina. And added onto that you had three darling children. C-Children! Your mind was rushing, and as your ass fattened into a holy rear you finally broke out in speech, 

"M-My... Useless excuse for a husband, fetch me a towel at once!" You hadn't meant to put so much... sexual tension on useless but there you had. Your swirling vision finally settled onto William your best friend... no your husband of twenty years. Deep down you knew he was changing, just like you, but you couldn't say anything about it, both of your bodies aging and shifting into unrecognizable forms. 

"Huh!? But-" your husbands head must've finally come too. "Of course, dear!" Your husband stood up, you eagerly watching him as he moved to get a towel. There was a reason you had married him. And your love and lust for your husband grew intensely, just as your bodies curves were finalizing into such ample portions. 

When William handed you a towel you took it, glancing at him, then the towel. With a sultry smirk, you wiped down your jumper, as sensually as possible and looking your husband in the eyes. There was a spark, you both knew it. You could barely throw the towel aside before William pounced on you, the two of you locking into place in a fury of kisses and gropes. 

Your memory was a blur, more wine, more kissing, more touching. You and your husband hadn't been this intimate in months, if not years. It was thrilling! You dragged your man to bed, and undressed, your sweaty, glistening skin shining in the moonlight. William took in the sight. Who could blame him. Well you could. You wanted his cock. Right this moment! Before William could even fully undress you pinned him on the bed, underneath you and began giving him the tit-job of his life. 

"Hehehe..." You giggled with a hiccup. You could see William squirming underneath your sweaty body. "Dont be... *hic* too loud, husbaand~" Your wobbly tits shifted and rubbed up and down William's hard cock, your loving husband writhing from the unbearable pleasure. Your breasts were slick and sticky. Perfect. 

"Don't wanna wake the kids~" you cooed down at your husband. By now it had become second nature that you had several children. It was just... a fact of life. "Not with this.... WORTHLESS... cock of yours" you gave a tease. You found it quite funny to call the cock that had filled you, brought you to orgasm so many times, and helped birth your children useless. It sent a rush through your core. 

It wasn't long now, and your husbands raspy moans and grunts were the biggest sign. "Ohhh~ Ahhh!" his cock spurt rope after rope of cum onto your generous melons. "Erinnnnnnnnnna!" he moaned out again as an even bigger spurt shot out and hit your face. 

As you and your husband settled down for the night, cuddling in bliss, you thought back on everything that had happened. Did you regret calling your mom a bitch? Yes, it was quite rude. But would you give up your new life and existence? No. For nothing in the entire universe.